[It is impossible to stand next to a 6'2" string bean and not wind up looking like a pregnant hunchback.]
Well, I'm a couple of days late posting this, but my darling little baby, Henry Mowgli, turned EIGHTEEN this week. I am still trying to wrap my head around this one. I probably called him forty times that day to wish him a happy birthday and he endured this telephone assault as patiently as he could. What a child! I mean what a young man! So kind and compassionate and hilarious. As is my annual tradition I asked him if he might want to get down on the floor with me and re-enact his birth. As is his annual tradition, he rolled his eyes very far back and declined the offer. Eighteen-- I cannot believe it. Happy Birthday, Wolfie!
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look at that big smile on his face
ah, yes, the perky cheer that is elicited when a teenager gets up at 7:30 am to run five miles in the cold.
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